A few days later, disciples from the major sects gathered outside the Forge Heaven Workshop, all geared up and ready to set off.
"Brother Huangfu, this sword is my payment to you. Please use it to help me kill my elder brother!" Bai Qiuran and the others decided not to wait for the still-missing Yue Qilian and prepared to head directly to the location for intercepting the ancient city. In his hands, he held a white cloth-wrapped object, stepping forward to face Huangfu Feng.
"Cursed be it, as we were leaving, His Majesty ordered the removal of all space-related techniques from the world."
Filled with hesitation, Yue Qianren seized the chaos of battle to quietly slip away from the battlefield, flying southward. Bai Qiuran and the others also chose not to await the arrival of Yue Qilian, heading directly towards where they planned to stop the ancient city. During the holy era, they were called the Yellow Turban Warriors. To hide their horrific appearance, the Holy Dynasty once draped these monsters of their armies in yellow turbans, hence their name.
"I will use it to avenge Da Yuezi," he said, glaring at Huangfu Feng. Utilizing the array within the ancient city capable of creating small spaces to form a vortex of spiritual energy, this activated formation served as the key to opening the cave of the wise immortal. He lowered his head, concealing his deep pain, and handed the treasure sword to Huangfu Feng.
At the very moment, quite a strong flow of true essence began to move all around, and under its influence, a huge and complex formation appeared in the sky, descending to the ground. This formation connected to the underground veins, sealing off the surrounding space and locking the ancient city firmly in place.
Seeing their exceptional might, Yue Qianren retreated once more, quietly changing his direction. After finishing everything, he stood up, using the last remnants of spirit essence left in the ancient city to form a black membrane around himself, mixing in with the Yellow Turban Warriors' ranks.
These two formed a killing formation, successfully blocking large numbers of Yellow Turban Warriors here. However, just as everyone was preparing to leave, Yue Qilian appeared. Before the battle formation, there was also a black-armored general and a crew-cut monk, crushing the Yellow Turban Warriors with overwhelming force.
Under the control of Yue Qianren, the ancient city slowly shifted from the void to the designated position near the ruins of the ancient imperial city of Shangxuan Kingdom, wrapped in a dense mist. It was as if a mirage, the image of the ancient city gradually emerged from the fog, materializing on the ground, causing tremors.
"Have these people of later generations figured this out so quickly?" one person remarked as he swiftly moved and formed intricate hand seals, unleashing spells unseen even by Yue Qianren. Under his control, the elements of nature began to converge, forming endless flames, wild winds, and thunder, blocking the path of the Yellow Turban Warriors.
"This way, even if the plan of the Holy Dynasty fails now, we still have the possibility to rise again."
"Huangfu brother, this is for you," Huangfu Feng remained silent for a moment, taking the precious sword and hanging it behind him. He appeared exhausted, his wrinkled clothes smudged with ash, looking nothing like a cultivator.
This too was a technique left behind by the Earth Immortals just before the fall of the Holy Dynasty. Huangfu Feng recognized the gem inlaid in the sword's hilt and exclaimed, "Soul-Stealing Stone? Young Yuezi, what is this you have…"
He opened the white cloth to reveal a cold-glowing sword, the blade purely black, simple and unadorned, with just a green gem set in the hilt.
"Cursed be it, as we were leaving, the Emperor insisted on eliminating all space-related techniques from the world."
After finishing this, he stood up, manipulating the last remnants of spirit essence left in the ancient city, forming a covering black membrane around himself, slipping into the ranks of the Yellow Turban Warriors.
This place is not to be trifled with...
"The Ancestral Sword Master of the Azure Nether Sect? Such monsters still exist in the world."
Yet, filled with hesitation, Yue Qianren quietly slipped out of the battlefield unnoticed as the chaos erupted all around him, flying towards the south. He had previously believed that such a mighty army should have been sweeping all before them in this era, and according to the memories of this body’s previous owner, that appeared to be true as well.
At that moment, the air crackled around him. He abruptly felt a surge of warmth on his face, prompting him to rapidly activate the ancient city's defenses. The great bell, situated in front of the palace, continued to swing, emitting a massive ring that carried psychological blasts along with it. At the same time, the Yellow Turban Warriors immediately took to the skies, attacking in the direction of the incoming energy signatures.
Yue Qianren was far from helpless but held his trump card very closely. As long as he immersed himself in the alternate space, even if the later generations truly possessed the terrifying ability to shatter dimensions, it would become difficult for them to find his precise location amidst the layers of space.
He opened the white cloth again, revealing the cold-glowing sword, meant to be used to harvest the souls of the immortal cultivators it would slay.
This was indeed the final chance…
"Brother Huangfu, this sword is my reward for you, please use it to help me kill my elder brother!"